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Das Nibelungenlied by Unknown
Es war einmal ein K?nig,
Ein K?nig wars am Rhein,
Der liebte nichts so wenig
Als Hader, Gram und Pein.
Es grollten seine Degen
Um einen Schatz im Land
Und w?ren fast erlegen
Vor ihrer eignen Hand.
Da sprach er zu den Edeln:
"Was frommt euch alles Gold,
Wenn ihr mit euern Schedeln
Den Hort erkaufen sollt?
Ein Ende sei der Plage,
Versenkt es in den Rhein:
Bis zu dem jüngsten Tage
Mags da verborgen sein."
Da senkten es die Stolzen
Hinunter in die Flut;
Es ist wohl gar geschmolzen,
Seitdem es da geruht.
Zerronnen in den Wellen
Des Stroms, der drüber rollt,
L??t es die Trauben schwellen
Und gl?nzen gleich dem Gold.
Da? doch ein Jeder d?chte
Wie dieser K?nig gut,
Auf da? kein Leid ihn br?chte
Um seinen hohen Muth.
So senkten wir hinunter
Den Kummer in den Rhein
Und tr?nken froh und munter
Von seinem goldnen Wein.
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After five years of playing the perfect daughter, Rylie was exposed as a stand-in. Her fiancé bolted, friends scattered, and her adoptive brothers shoved her out, telling her to grovel back to her real family. Done with humiliation, she swore to claw back what was hers. Shock followed: her birth family ruled the town's wealth. Overnight, she became their precious girl. The boardroom brother canceled meetings, the genius brother ditched his lab, the musician brother postponed a tour. As those who spurned her begged forgiveness, Admiral Brad Morgan calmly declared, "She's already taken."
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Rain hammered against the asphalt as my sedan spun violently into the guardrail on the I-95. Blood trickled down my temple, stinging my eyes, while the rhythmic slap of the windshield wipers mocked my panic. Trembling, I dialed my husband, Clive. His executive assistant answered instead, his voice professional and utterly cold. "Mr. Wilson says to stop the theatrics. He said, and I quote, 'Hang up. Tell her I don’t have time for her emotional blackmail tonight.'" The line went dead while I was still trapped in the wreckage. At the hospital, I watched the news footage of Clive wrapping his jacket around his "fragile" ex-girlfriend, Angelena, shielding her from the storm I was currently bleeding in. When I returned to our penthouse, I found a prenatal ultrasound in his suit pocket, dated the day he claimed to be on a business trip. Instead of an apology, Clive met me with a sneer. He told me I was nothing but an "expensive decoration" his father bought to make him look stable. He froze my bank accounts and cut off my cards, waiting for the hunger to drive me back to his feet. I stared at the man I had loved for four years, realizing he didn't just want a wife; he wanted a prop he could switch off. He thought he could starve me into submission while he played father to another woman's child. But Clive forgot one thing. Before I was his trophy wife, I was Starfall—the legendary voice actress who vanished at the height of her fame. "I'm not jealous, Clive. I'm done." I grabbed my old microphone and walked out. I’m not just leaving him; I’m taking the lead role in the biggest saga in Hollywood—the one Angelena is desperate for. This time, the "decoration" is going to burn his world down.
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Since she was ten, Noreen had been by Caiden's side, watching him rise from a young boy into a respected CEO. After two years of marriage, though, his visits home grew rare. Gossip among the wealthy said he despised her. Even his beloved mocked her hopes, and his circle treated her with scorn. People forgot about her decade of loyalty. She clung to memories and became a figure of ridicule, worn out from trying. They thought he'd won his freedom, but he dropped to his knees and begged, "Noreen, you're the only one I love." Leaving behind the divorce papers, she walked away.


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