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After Rebirth, My Sister Took Away My Prince Partner
Short stories 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. My Husband Dug Out My Kidney
Short stories My husband, the judge, still didn't know that I was lying cold and stiff in the morgue.
After a night of drinking, he lazily sent me a voice message, "Where did you disappear to? I've won the case, and tonight, I'll celebrate with you."
Seeing I didn't reply immediately, he sent two more messages, "Not answering me? What's with the act?"
"Just because I didn't help you with your case, you're holding a grudge?"
I still didn't respond.
Frustrated, he blocked me.
It wasn't until the third day, when he hadn't heard from me, that he thought to check the hospital. There, he ran into a nurse.
When the nurse recognized him, she scoffed. "What? Just now remembering to look for your wife who died on the operating table?"
My husband stopped in his tracks, staring at the nurse in disbelief. "What did you say? Who died?"
The nurse gave him a look that seemed to question his intelligence. "Your wife, of course. I really don't know how you were her husband. She had kidney failure, and you still made her donate a kidney. You were just asking for her life."
Upon hearing this, he completely lost it, desperately trying to reach me.
"Alright, I won't yell at you anymore. Just say something, okay?"
"Don't do this to me, I'll go crazy!"
"Where on earth did you go?"
"You're joking with me, right?"
"Please, just reply."
But my phone would never connect again.
We were meant to live happily ever after, but as a judge, he decided to save his beloved, who was suffering from kidney disease, by unilaterally deciding to give her one of my kidneys.
I explained to him that I had kidney failure and that another transplant would surely kill me.
But he roared at me with disdain, "She was so gravely ill, you're still here, jealous and fighting for attention! Do you have a heart at all?"
Under his forceful decision, I was sent to the hospital for the transplant.
In the end, my condition worsened, and I died tragically in a deserted corner of the hospital. My Husband Forces Me To Divorce
Short stories Derek's mistress was causing trouble again.
He slid the divorce papers in front of me. "Just sign it for appearances and to keep everyone content."
I clutched the hem of my dress, nodding silently.
Then, I swiftly signed my name.
As I was leaving, I overheard his brother teasing, "Your wife is so easygoing. Is there anything she won't do if you ask?"
Derek took a graceful sip of his fine wine. "Wanna bet on it?"
They wagered that in twenty days, at the city hall, no matter how teary-eyed I got, I would obediently complete the divorce proceedings.
When the marriage certificate was exchanged for a divorce certificate, I held my phone tightly and calmly replied to the message I had just received, "After all this, will you marry me?"
"Yes." My Mother's Revenge Book
Short stories My mother kept a notebook of grievances.
On one side, it listed the costs of raising me, while on the other, it recorded all my acts of defiance against her.
In her notebook, I had all sorts of names. Burden, ungrateful wretch, ungrateful daughter...
She hoped for my repayment, yet at the same time, she wished I were dead.
Eventually, I did die.
I left her with a hollow shell, my heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys all hollowed out, along with a bank card holding eight hundred thousand.
"Mother, I've given you back everything, my money and my life. Does this make you happy?" You might like
From Abandoned Wife To Powerful Heiress
Gavin My marriage ended at a charity gala I organized. One moment, I was the pregnant, happy wife of tech mogul Gabe Sullivan; the next, a reporter' s phone screen announced to the world that he and his childhood sweetheart, Harper, were expecting a child.
Across the room, I saw them together, his hand resting on her stomach. This wasn't just an affair; it was a public declaration that erased me and our unborn baby.
To protect his company's billion-dollar IPO, Gabe, his mother, and even my own adoptive parents conspired against me. They moved Harper into our home, into my bed, treating her like royalty while I became a prisoner.
They painted me as unstable, a threat to the family's image. They accused me of cheating and claimed my child wasn't his.
The final command was unthinkable: terminate my pregnancy. They locked me in a room and scheduled the procedure, promising to drag me there if I refused.
But they made a mistake. They gave me back my phone to keep me quiet. Feigning surrender, I made one last, desperate call to a number I had kept hidden for years-a number belonging to my biological father, Antony Dean, the head of a family so powerful, they could make my husband's world burn. Jilted Pet Becomes The Mafia Queen
Gavin When I was eight, Dante Moretti pulled me from the fire that killed my family. For ten years, the powerful crime boss was my protector and my god.
Then, he announced his engagement to another woman to unite two criminal empires.
He brought her home and named her the future mistress of the Moretti family.
In front of everyone, his fiancée forced a cheap metal collar around my neck, calling me their pet.
Dante knew I was allergic. He just watched, his eyes cold, and ordered me to take it.
That night, I listened through the walls as he took her to his bed.
I finally understood the promise he’d made me as a child was a lie. I wasn't his family. I was his property.
After a decade of devotion, my love for him finally turned to ash.
So on his birthday, the day he celebrated his new future, I walked out of his gilded cage for good.
A private jet was waiting to take me to my real father—his greatest enemy. Too Late, My Mafia Heir Ex
Gavin My fiancé of seven years, the heir to a mafia dynasty, claimed amnesia three weeks before our wedding, forgetting only me. Then I overheard him laughing on a video call, calling it the perfect "hall pass" to sleep with an influencer before he was tied down.
He flaunted his affair, abandoned me with a broken arm after a staged car crash to save her from a scratch, and planned to leave me homeless. He called me his "property," a doll he could play with and put back on the shelf when he was done.
He thought I’d be waiting for his "miraculous recovery." Instead, I disappeared, leaving behind his ring and a simple note: "I remember everything. Me too." Saving Her, Breaking Us
rabbit The day I saw Jared Stanley's interview, I filed for divorce and moved out of the perfectly maintained home I'd shared with him for three years.
In that interview, Jared said his biggest regret in life was that, in a life-or-death situation, he instinctively protected what he called his most "precious national asset."
The "asset" he protected wasn't me, his wife. It was his "fragile" colleague, Bailee Brooks.
Two days later, at the global press conference for the G20 summit.
The same renowned war correspondent asked me the same question.
"Ms. Quinn, as a top-tier simultaneous interpreter, what would you say is the professional principle you are most proud of?"
I looked directly at Jared sitting in the front row.
"True professionalism is knowing that my husband risked his life to protect his mistress, and still being able to calmly, as the lead interpreter, accurately convey the commands that would ultimately save him." My Perfect Marriage, His Deadly Secret
Gavin For three months, I was the perfect wife to tech billionaire Axel Delacruz. I thought our marriage was a fairy tale, and the welcome dinner for my new internship at his company was supposed to be a celebration of our perfect life.
That illusion shattered when his beautiful, unhinged ex, Diana, crashed the party and stabbed him in the arm with a steak knife.
But the real horror wasn't the blood. It was the look in my husband's eyes. He cradled his attacker, whispering a single, tender word meant only for her:
"Always."
He stood by as she held a knife to my face to carve off a beauty mark she claimed I'd copied from her. He watched as she threw me into a kennel with starving dogs, knowing it was my deepest fear. He let her have me beaten, let her shove gravel down my throat to ruin my voice, and let her men break my hand in a door.
When I called him one last time, begging for help as a group of men closed in, he hung up on me.
Trapped and left for dead, I threw myself out of a second-story window. As I ran, bleeding and broken, I made a call I hadn't made in years.
"Uncle Francisco," I sobbed into the phone. "I want a divorce. And I want you to help me destroy him."
They thought they married a nobody. They had no idea they'd just declared war on the Wallace family. The Price of Unrequited Love
Gavin Eighteen days after giving up on Brendan Maynard, Jayde Rosario cut off her waist-length hair and called her father, announcing her decision to move to California and attend UC Berkeley.
Her father, surprised, asked about the sudden change, reminding her how she' d always insisted on staying with Brendan. Jayde forced a laugh, revealing the painful truth: Brendan was getting married, and she, his stepsister, could no longer cling to him.
That night, she tried to tell Brendan about her college acceptance, but his fiancée, Chloie Ellis, interrupted with a bubbly call, and Brendan' s tender words to Chloie twisted a knife in Jayde' s heart. She remembered how his tenderness used to be hers alone, how he had protected her, and how she had poured out her heart to him in a diary and a love letter, only for him to explode, tearing the letter and yelling, "I'm your brother!"
He had stormed out, leaving her to painstakingly tape the shredded pieces back together. Her love, however, didn't die, not even when he brought Chloie home and told her to call her "sister-in-law."
Now, she understood. She had to put that fire out herself. She had to dig Brendan out of her heart. My Second Chance, His Regret
Gavin A pact sealed by my father' s death dictated that on my twenty-second birthday, I would marry a Kline and crown the next CEO. For years, I chased Brett Kline, convinced my unrequited love would eventually win his heart.
But at my birthday party, he gave the bracelet meant for me to my stepsister, Juliana, right in front of everyone.
"Get used to it, Faith," he sneered. "I'm about to be CEO. I can't be tied down to just one woman."
He called me shameless and vicious, a disgrace to my family name. He humiliated me, cheated on me with Juliana, and demanded I accept his affairs if I wanted to be his wife.
His cruelty escalated until he slapped me in public and even tried to stab me on my wedding day.
In my last life, this blind devotion led to a miserable marriage. He slowly poisoned me, and I died alone while he lived happily with my stepsister.
But when I opened my eyes again, I was reborn and back at that party, the moments before he was about to give my gift away.
This time, I knew the truth. And I knew I wouldn't be choosing him.